In their millions, they shine,
Some gleeful, some whine
She sits, cross legged, soaking them in.
The noises in her head, a loud din
Then a shooting star lights up the night.
Those troubled noises fleet, put up a vain fight.
She smiles to herself, wishing upon a star.
The star smiles back, so near yet so far.
They weave a blanket and sing a sweet song.
That only she can hear, all night long.
Why wonder what shapes shimmering stars make?
Why trace back time, for whose sake?
You're a mere speck, in a mammoth universe.
You're an accident, a result of a Big Bang, for better or
for worse.
The stars shine today, as they did yesterday,
They will shine on, here, there or away.
She looks down, her neck sprained.
Stars call her back, desires restrained.
She looks up one last time, she tells them, she misses
him.
The stars shine on: He can see us too, don't be grim.
She smiles, a lonely star gazer.
As twinkling stars chide and chase her.
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